While you wait, you could also try learning to be the 'main' personality/the one talking by, like, sitting down in the drivers seat.
Thank goodness at least someone was on the way here. One, or, in the better case, two exorcists. At least that was what Rigmor's last thought was, before, well, she could not be calling the shots anymore.
...Raoul blinked. He had been correct; the hair dye did stink quite unpleasantly. The young woman's body seemed to not mind however. It was bizarre to not be himself - but at the same time he had a chance to live again, if shortly.
He would have to wait until the hair dye was good to wash, and then sort out the final steps in this, but that aside, now he was a woman, and one with a bizarre taste. Not absolutely unbearable, sure (he could put on music that he liked, at last), and clothes that he liked, surprisingly the girl had some pants and shirts in the closet he had woken up in. But the shoes, what a shame, there were no nice shoes to be found.
She did have money, though.
On one hand, she had been relatively nice to him, nicer than a lot of other people. Sans the entire mountain of complaints she had had in the beginning. But this woman was young, and unlike some other people he had come across - both while alive and as a ghost - she had hope.
Not a lot of it (sorting through her memories, he saw why, with the relationship between her and her parents destroyed before it even had a chance to grow, not too different from that he had had with his own parents ages ago). But she had hope.
"Not sure if this is as fun as talking with someone else, especially with how I know it's temporary, but I suppose you have a point, stranger." He also had no idea who else was talking to... apparently both of them, from the shadows. But he didn't really have much time to wonder.
With a loud creak, the door opened, and Kieran and Hella walked in. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, and Hella had pulled out her gun as they got in, lowering it while they got to the bathroom. "He's got her." Kieran got out his own too.
"For good or bad." For a few seconds, both of them and the ghost stared at each other, first Kieran, then Hella taking turns to let the image of the stubborn soul sink into their memory. "I'll admit, first time I've seen such a weird possession recently." Kieran cocked his head to the side.
"Yeah. I almost want to sit down and chat."
Votre ami m'a parlé. C'était sympa. You could sit down with me too.
"Would be nice if we know what you want to do with her first, though." Both humans visibly relaxed, first Hella and then Kieran. "So you don't end up getting into something illegal."
"Hang on." They both fell silent then, looking at each other. Hella looked down at their guns, then back at the ghost and then Kieran, and locked the door behind them. "She's told me you forget to do that," she teased him. "Far easier for them to not escape if shit hits the fan, though."
Kieran rolled his eyes. "You just made the exorcism far easier. Unless our new friend agrees to leaving without making a huge fuss out of it." He sighed. "The French are not known for this." Hopefully it wasn't too painfully obvious he had had dealings with irritating French ghosts before.
You two have felt lonely before. Both of you. You skip through people's dreams, Raoul said to Hella, in your sleep. That's how much chasing ghosts has gotten to you. She did not see it as a bad thing however... and that situation had improved significantly since it had happened. Being able to get this close to ghosts was madness for some, but Hella was happy to be able to do it.
And you can't let go of your sister. Even though she bullied you. Even though she was younger than you. Kieran pressed his lips together. Raoul let go of Rigmor to rise to the ceiling so he could see them all better. Everything comes at a price, young man. The living are far less unpleasant company than you think. Turning your back on them might have consequences. I'd be careful if I was you.
Kieran stared at Hella for a few seconds before moving. You have a look on your face like someone who has a plan they don't want to blab.
Huh. I hadn't seen anyone who can mind talk like you for some time. But you're right. Feed your girl some salt. And let's get them another cuppa. Keep them distracted. There were more than one ways to have a ghost un-possess someone, but if Kieran and Hella knew anything, it was that salt worked - at the very least it would be terrible for the ghost, and they'd leave swiftly.
You go and open her mouth, then. Kieran headed in the kitchen and, while pouring more tea into the now empty teacup, picked up the salt, then returned to the possessed young woman and made a circle of salt around her. "Sorry, Rig. Hope your friend wasn't too mean to you. And whoever you are, ghost, it was nice meeting you. But you should go."
The ghost left her body again - and realised its mistake a little too late. It was trapped. Confused and shocked, there was little left for it to do other than go back... except that hurt, oh hell, how that hurt! And the salt woke up Rigmor as well, making her cough and spit. "Bleh! Whose idea was this...?" The ghosthunters had other business, though.
"I know your mystery pal said a whole week," Hella said, taking aim, "but if I waited a week between hunting each time, I would be a shitty ghosthunter. There's plenty of those things that are better off not being here." Granted, hers and Kieran's guns were actual guns, with actual bullets, and they would damage something, but that was a far better idea than ghosts. Even if it was just one. And bang.
Rigmor landed heavily on the floor with a groan. "I did owe you one, anyway, Hella. Are you free for a couple hours?"
Hella helped her up, and Kieran took a quick look at her, making sure she was unharmed. "Sure. I see you've already made tea, it would be a shame to let it go cold."
"Now you're reading my mind," Kieran joked.
